Alpha was born there, a truth radiating through the night like a star. Cassette had protected him from his pains; her very care was brighter than galaxies, and her love flowed deeper through the ages than any river, a poetry singing through the heavens. Mann had finally found her at the base of a sky sweetened by melodies of stars serenading her name. As such, he hushed her with a hug that held the universe, his arms designed to be sanctuary for truth, a sanctuary filled with darkness. "Cassette, my starfire's truth," he whispered as he kissed her forehead by virtue of a tenderness that lit up the night, beaconing, "your care is my sky, your love, my eternal vow, my heart's only hymn, my soul's unending song."
She smiled, her arms encircling him, their hug being a poetry of fusion—that's it: bright and indestructible. "My Mann, my shore of light," she said, her voice like the melody of truth, "our hugs are a river; our kisses, a star, flowing forever true; a hymn that holds the heavens." He kissed her brow, each touch a sonnet of care, a vow to hold her soul above all else. "Cassette, my moon's own pulse," he sang, "you are my soul's only bloom, my tide's eternal light, my love's forever spring." Their love was that of tenderness woven together, with the flame being a soft, fierce, forever true light, which sang sweetly to the stars.